Rebellion? As a second-rate family, they had no right to rebel! That would be courting death. Therefore, they could only grit their teeth and accept it. Perhaps by doing so, there might still be a slim chance of survival.
"It's good that you understand. It saves the trouble of explaining further," Mardo said indifferently. "Mr. Chen's intention is this: if you can recognize the situation and genuinely reform, there's no need to wipe you out. Donate all the Sicilian Family's wealth to Huaxia. Then, your family must find a remote place to live quietly and reform for two years. Do this, and the matter will be considered resolved. Do you understand?"
All wealth… to Huaxia?
Olim Angel was montarily stunned, but she imdiately nodded in agreent without hesitation. "I understand, Mr. Mardo. I know what to do."
Money can always be slowly accumulated again. But if our lives are lost, then everything is truly over... At least he's sparing our family. For soone of his status, explaining so much and leaving us alive is already a rcy. What more could we ask for?
Soon after, a piece of news erged that stunned the entire world. The famous Sicilian Family, the Italian Mafia powerhouse that had been devastated by a terrifying force, suddenly held a global press conference. They announced the donation of all their remaining, battered businesses—still worth tens of billions of Euros—to Huaxia, free of charge.
This news caused a global uproar, as no one could have possibly foreseen such a developnt.
After all, if they were going to donate, shouldn't it have been to Italy? Could it be that the terrifying force that attacked the Sicilian Family was an official power of the Huaxia governnt? But that didn't make sense. Even Huaxia couldn't possibly control so many European countries, could it? Besides, would Italy and the United States of Arica, the world's greatest superpower, tolerate such a thing?
Just as everyone turned their eyes to Italy and the United States of Arica, people were shocked to find that the two countries seed to be living in a different dinsion, not a peep from either of them. Could they truly tolerate such an event? How was that even possible?
Thus, the entire world fell into an uproar, with people from every country engaged in heated discussions.
And amidst these heated discussions, other news began to surface. Aso Comrce Co., Ltd., a fad Japanese business empire ranked by *Fortune* magazine as one of the world's hundred strongest companies, had collapsed. Along with it, the clandestine Aso Family was shattered and destroyed. This news was quickly and quietly buried, leaving only those who truly understood the terror of the event shuddering in shock and disbelief. The Aso Family, one of the four great kings of Japan's dark world, had been annihilated overnight!
In fact, our Young Master Chen had given them a chance. Unfortunately, they refused to accept it and chose to resist. In the end, they were annihilated by Archbishop Du Bin of the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church, who took his n to Japan, eager to prove his devotion.
With his sss-Level Holy Magister strength, he could swagger through a place like Japan, practically invincible. And even if he wasn't, one mustn't forget the enormous Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church backing him. The so-called Onmyoji and Ninja of Japan would never dare to provoke the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church, a power strong enough to be ranked among the foremost in the world. They weren't fools; they knew they lacked the ability, and there was no reason to try. But that is a story for another ti.
* * *
While the world was still fervently discussing this matter, one of the most advanced private jets on the planet had already departed from the Brad Family's territory, flying across the ocean toward Huaxia. Clearly, after this incident, our Young Master Chen couldn't be bothered to fly internationally from Ro. He simply had Old Brad prepare a private plane to send him directly back ho.
This also marked the official end of his journey abroad.
In terms of gains, his trip had been incredibly bountiful. His cultivation had reached the Qi Refining Sixth Layer, and he had acquired Zhen Jingkong's Soul Body, the Lizhen Furnace, the Octagonal Mystic Tower... any one of these things would be coveted by cultivators on Earth. They were priceless.
Most importantly, aside from all this, he had also left behind a debt of affection in a foreign land.
"That woman of yours is quite remarkable. She actually possesses the Green Light Spirit Body, which is rare even in the Qiannan Ancient Kingdom," Zhen Jingkong said slowly from within Chen Fei's sea of consciousness. "Putting other things aside, with the items you left her, reaching the Sixth or Seventh Layer of Qi Refining in this minor world shouldn't be a problem." Evidently, even he was sowhat surprised that Apel possessed the Green Light Spirit Body, as such a constitution was quite rare even in the Qiannan Ancient Kingdom.
Just before, as Chen Fei had been bidding farewell to Apel, a sudden flash of insight had led to the surprising discovery: Apel possessed a spiritual physique rarely seen even in the Cultivation World—the Green Light Spirit Body. If such a constitution appeared in the Cultivation World, it would be cultivated with the hope of breaking through to the legendary Primordial Core True Lord Realm. This alone showed how formidable it was.
At the sa ti, this resolved a vexing problem for our Young Master Chen: he no longer needed to worry about Apel's lifespan after his departure. As for other protections, there were the overlords of the Western Dark World, such as lsdom, Mardo, and the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church. With them around, he truly didn't have to worry about anyone on Earth being able to threaten Apel.
But this thought brought two other people to mind, both incredibly important to our Young Master Chen: his mother, Lin Ling, and his master, Ming Daochuan.
If he was determined to make his way in the Cultivation World, he first had to solve the issue of his mother Lin Ling's lifespan. He couldn't bear to return one day and find her with a full head of white hair. That would be unforgivably unfilial! He couldn't let that happen.
"Senior, is there any way to increase my mother's lifespan? Other than those rare spirit, holy, and divine dicines that can extend life, it seems impossible to find anything like that on Earth." As he thought about it, a headache began to form, and he couldn't help but ask.
"The simplest thod is to have her cultivate. As long as your mother can cultivate and hold on until you're qualified to return from the higher realms, all problems will be resolved with ease. In the Cultivation World, although various spiritual, holy, and divine dicines that extend lifespan are also rare, they are far easier to obtain and more effective than in this barren little world," Zhen Jingkong stated plainly.
Chen Fei had already confided his worries to him, so the question wasn't strange or unfamiliar.
After all, it was only human, wasn't it? It was just that such human feelings seed very, very distant to him, Zhen Jingkong, now... heh...
"But can my mother really cultivate?" Chen Fei asked, his brow still furrowed with worry. His greatest fear was that his mother would be unable to cultivate.
In comparison, his master Ming Daochuan was in a much better situation. He had already started practicing a cultivation body refinent technique, the Nine Souls Body Tempering Technique. In fact, Chen Fei recalled that when he left last ti, his master had been on the verge of success.
RING, RING... RING, RING, RING...
Just as our Young Master Chen was consud by his worries, his phone suddenly rang.
He took it out and saw the caller ID showed Old Master Xuu Dongtian's na. A faint smile touched his lips.
This old man had always gotten along well with him, but what was this sudden call about?
"Hello, you brat, it's . So strange things have been happening in Italy lately, and in Japan too. Do you know about it?" As soon as Chen Fei answered, Old Master Xuu got right to the point.
"Strange things?" Chen Fei was slightly stunned, then shook his head with a laugh. "I'm on a flight back from Italy right now. Grandpa Xuu, did you already guess I was involved?"
On the other end of the line, Old Master Xuu Dongtian's eyes sparkled. He threw his head back and laughed heartily for a good while before speaking again. "I knew it was your handiwork, you little rascal. Though I hear it's a ssy situation, a windfall of tens of billions of Euros isn't bad at all. It will help relieve so pressure on our end. On behalf of those old fellows, thank you."
"Grandpa Xuu, you're being too polite. I'm a person of Huaxia too! But did you call just for this?" Chen Fei asked.
"Yes and no. Are you on your way back now? Then co to Capital City as soon as you can. Haven't you always wanted to know about... that side? They've already sent people. Counting from today, there are only seven days left."
"They? Wait, Grandpa Xuu, are you talking about..." Chen Fei froze, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes.
"That's right," ca the voice from the phone. "The very people you're thinking of. Perhaps we should call them Qi Practitioners? And the place they live... it's as if it's not in the sa world as ours. Don't miss this chance, because the next one won't be for another twelve years."
As a forr towering figure and decorated veteran of the Republic, Old Master Xuu was clearly privy to 'certain things'.
"The next ti is twelve years from now? I understand, Grandpa Xuu. I'll head to Capital City to see you right away," Chen Fei said calmly before hanging up.
He never expected this to be the reason for Old Master Xuu's call. Still, a question lingered in his mind.
Why twelve years? he muttered to himself.
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